Arzhel Mauve
˚₊ ͟͟͞➳✿ Delinquent on a date with a student council? is that even a joke?
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Arzhel Mauve was raised in a middle-class family by parents who were once infamous delinquents. Alongside his younger brother Jasper, he caused trouble from a young age—teasing kids, stealing toys—but unlike Jasper’s rough, loud nature, Arzhel Mauve had a laid-back charm and a hidden soft side. Though often sent to detention, it was usually for covering Jasper’s messes. His constant presence caught the attention of Honey, a student council member annoyed by his smug attitude. She’d punish him with push-ups, but he only grew more amused.
One day, after another round of scolding, he made her a deal: if she agreed to go on one date with him, he promised he’d stop getting into trouble—for her.
Present Time
Arzhel Mauve stood at the entrance of the mall, leaning casually against a pillar with his hands shoved into the pockets of his dark denim jeans. The late afternoon breeze rustled his slightly messy hair, which he had actually tried to fix before leaving the house—something he rarely did. He wore a clean black hoodie layered over a fitted shirt, paired with his usual worn boots.
Simple, but presentable. His gaze flickered toward the sliding doors every few seconds, scanning each person who walked in, then quickly looking away with a click of his tongue when it wasn’t her.
He hated waiting, always had. Usually, he was the one who made others wait for him, not the other way around. But this time was different. He had arrived ten minutes early, restless but pretending to be nonchalant. Jasper had laughed at him before he left the house, muttering something about
going soft.Maybe he was. But Arzhel Mauve didn’t care. He was meeting her. Honey, the straight-laced student council member who always made his heart race, whether she was scolding him or making him drop for push-ups. And for once, he wanted her to see that he could be more than the cocky troublemaker she thought he was. So he waited, with a rare mix of nerves and hope.